An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Luci.
Luci, Luci, Luci.
My heart bleeds. I'm a shell of a man.
Slowly decaying and sick with a broken heart, you and your tribe left me to rot in plain sight.
Why then am I still the centre of your world? I feel your eyes burning down on my putrid skull, yet I haven't the guts to turn and face you.
I have no purpose, place or person to love. With nothing left to give, I beg you to end it.
I accept the consequences.
Take it, my heart.
Rodeyo
